Grace Cathedral Hill - The Decemberists

This is a nice smooth song.

Grace Cathedral Hill by The Decemberists

Grace Cathedral hill,
all wrapped in bones of setting sun,
all dust and stone and moribund.
I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle
for a New Year's Day.
I sat and watched it burn away then
turned and weaved through slow decay.
We were both a little hungry so we went to get a hotdog.
Down the Hyde St. Pier,
the light was slightly disappear
the air, it sunk of fish and beer.
We heard a superman trumpet play the National Anthem.

And the world may be long for you,
but he'll never belong to you.
But on a motorbike, when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight,
are you feeling better now?
are you feeling better now?
are you feeling better now?

Some way to greet the year: your eyes all bright and brimmed with tears.
The pilgrims, pills and tourist here all sing
"Fifty three bucks to buy a brand new halo."
Sweet autumn green-eyed girl,
all fiery Irish clip and curl,
all brine and piss and vinegar.
I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle.

And the world may be long for you,
but he'll never belong to you.
But on a motorbike, when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight,
are you feeling better now?
are you feeling better now?
are you feeling better now?

La la la, La la la, La la la
Ohh la la la
La la la , La la la, La la la
Oh la la la